Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Upon hearing Old man Qian’s words, Qian Sangui was so angry that he began to tremble, even the tuft of white whisker on his chin shook. He said angrily, "What a joke, our house has plenty of money, does Jinwa still need eighty percent of Old Wang’s family’s property?"

Old man Qian became displeased upon hearing this, his eyes bulging as he roared, with considerably more energy than his son, "Your money is Old Qian Family’s money! It’s Jinwa and Ming Wa’s money! Could you take all the Qian family’s fortune with you as Jinwa’s dowry? Even if you give Jinwa a substantial dowry, Duo Duo, a thousand... no, two thousand, two thousand taels of silver, that’s the most, isn’t it?" He said, his heart bleeding at the mention of such a large sum, and he snorted coldly again, "This money, can it compare to eighty percent of the Wong family’s property? I heard that the Wong family’s foundation is very thick, with several tens of thousands of taels of silver."

Qian Sangui said, "No matter how much money that Wong family has, my daughter Jinwa isn’t someone they can covet. Father, don’t talk about it anymore, if you continue, I will really get angry." After speaking, he rose with the help of his cane, and Su Siwu, standing by, quickly came up to support him into the bedroom.

Old man Qian, left alone in the room, turned red with anger. He had come with good intentions to be a matchmaker, how could it end up like this? Lately, his most obedient third son was becoming increasingly bad-tempered, even dare leaving him to sit on the cold bench here! But he did not dare to say more, for fear of provoking his son’s illness again. He could only sit angrily puffing up, his white beard blown up high.

Old woman Qian spoke with a lopsided mouth, "I told you not to meddle in this matter earlier, but you insisted on being disliked. After all these years, can’t you see how much our third son cares for Jinwa? Let’s not interfere in Jinwa’s marriage matters, let the third son decide for her. You should return the gifts sent by the Wong family quickly, we have the third son, what do we need so much money for?"

Old man Qian said angrily, "I’m old now, my favorite food is spicy noodle soup, my favorite clothes are cotton and linen, how much money can I spend? I, I’m just thinking of leaving more for my children and grandchildren, always worrying that they will not have enough money after I die... Old Wang’s family has kin with my daughter-in-law, we trust them. With kinship upon kinship, not only will Jinwa enjoy a good life, even Manchuan and Manhe will benefit. I accepted their gift also considering my daughter-in-law, otherwise, I would have never accepted it from another family, it’s not good for Manjiang’s reputation."

Lady Wu, infuriated, beat her chest. Accepting gifts had now become her responsibility.